You were walking down the street, sidewalk lined with roads and grass. The sky was dark with the recent set of the sun, and yet life seemed brighter. Twinkle lights strung from building to building as stars flickered up high.

You zoned out, living inside your mind for a moment. People surrounded the area, but they were surprisingly quiet even though there was a festivale. But suddenly you felt a long boney hand grasp your shoulder. Out of knee jerk responses you looked to see a teenager.

He seemed about 15 years old with messy black hair and blue eyes. It felt as if he was staring into your soul...

"Hi!" He grinned and stuck out a hand. "I'm seven. I like this fair. Or festible. Is there a difference?" He looked at you, up and down. "I like your shoes. And your shirt. I also like bees too." He leaned in his face closer to yours. "I'm Seven! Wanna be friends?"

A few seconds passed before you noticed the man behind him, looking to be about 25. He awkwardly glared at the Seven, a look of both annoyance and amusement on his face. He stepped between you two, letting out a nervous laugh. "Sorry, he's a bit... Well... Im David, and seeing the look on your face, you've met Seven here."